Yan Aidang couldn't help but laugh, pulling Yan Xiaoqiang aside: "Uncle, the stool isn't a monster, it just has springs inside. Just sit down gently and it'll be fine."
Yan Xiaoqiang muttered, "Why would you put springs in a stool? Do you have nothing better to do than sit around doing nothing?"
Xue Ying~
People in the Yan family are all like this, right? Yan Daqiang doesn't like sitting on the sofa either, saying it's too soft and lacks backbone. He prefers to sit on a hard bench. Do you think a soft sofa has anything to do with backbone? Now this Yan Xiaoqiang is the same way. It really is true that birds of a feather flock together. Pshaw, I'm also a member of the Yan family.
Grandma Yan asked Nan Nan to open her bag. The first thing she saw was a pair of clothes. Yan Aidang hugged her clothes like they were a treasure, thanking Grandma and Auntie repeatedly. The clothes Grandma had made for her last time were the envy of all her close friends. They would borrow them today and tomorrow, and now they didn't even know who had them.
Yan Aidang vowed never to borrow this garment again. He quickly put it on, but wait, it's a bit short. There are elastic bands at the hem and buttons on the cuffs. What kind of garment is this?
Yan Xiaonan smiled and said, "Brother Ai Dang, this is a jacket, do you like it?"
Yan Aidang's eyes lit up when he heard the word "jacket." The foreigners' military uniforms in the internal films were jacket-style, and everyone was extremely envious. He quickly ran to the mirror and looked at himself. Sure enough, he had the style of those foreigners.
"Nan Nan, did you do this?" Yan Aidang asked.
"My mom and grandma made it," Yan Xiaonan replied. Although she provided the design, Cuihua did make it according to Yan Xiaonan's description. This was the thing she admired most about her mother. Her grandma loved operating the sewing machine, so half of the medal belonged to her.
Xue Ying held her wool sweater, admiring its soft texture and clean blue color. She was deeply moved and learned that it had been knitted by Cuihua stitch by stitch. She was filled with admiration for her sister-in-law, who was incredibly talented.
She rushed into her room to change her clothes, and the size really fit perfectly. Her mother had only asked her uncle about her aunt's weight and height once, yet she got the size so accurate. No wonder Fu Qingping treats her like a treasure.
Cotton shoes and cloth shoes are Yan Daqiang's favorites. He can't wear cloth shoes to work, so he wears them at home and when he goes for walks. Cotton shoes are much more comfortable than leather boots. Mother is the best.
On the sofa was a dark green wool sweater that Xue Ying had knitted for Yan Daqiang. It was the color of a soldier. Xue Ying picked it up and, unable to put it down, asked Yan Daqiang if she could give it to her father. Since her mother died, her father's wool sweaters were full of holes, but she didn't know how to mend them, and her father didn't like wearing the ones she bought.
Yan Daqiang greatly admired his father-in-law, a hero who emerged during the war years. He glanced at Cuihua and said, "Sister-in-law, I'd like to give the wool sweater you gave me to my father-in-law. I wonder if you have any objections?"
Cuihua quickly waved her hand: "You can do whatever you want with this. I have no objection."
Just as Yan Daqiang was about to say something, Yan Xiaoqiang spoke up: "Brother, you can give it to me, but don't expect my wife to knit you a sweater again. It's been so long in the dark, her eyes are ruined."
Yan Daqiang immediately shut up. There was no electricity in his hometown, and the farm work during the day was so busy. He had to work in the dark to get by. Xue Ying put herself in his shoes and imagined the scene. She was so moved that she almost cried: "Cuihua, you've worked so hard. You don't need to knit him a sweater. The supply and marketing cooperative has them. Let him buy one himself."
Yan Daqiang felt a tightness in his chest. He had taken his clothes and was still criticizing him. It was outrageous! Grandma Yan couldn't help but laugh. What a good child he was.
The second and third packages were full of delicacies and wild game, which were obviously not as popular as clothes and shoes. However, Yan Daqiang thought about the bland dishes in the canteen and decided to send most of the food to the canteen tomorrow, since keeping it at home would only be a waste for Xue Ying.
When the fourth bag was opened, Daqiang and his family were stunned. There were fifty or sixty ginseng roots and more than a dozen lingzhi mushrooms, all neatly arranged inside.
Yan Daqiang walked up to Yan Xiaonan, stood at attention, solemnly raised his right hand, and saluted Yan Xiaonan. Xue Ying quickly fastened the top button of her military uniform, walked up to Yan Xiaonan, and saluted in the same serious manner.
In Xue Ying's mind, these things were obtained by Nan Nan at the risk of her life. The girl was working too hard to repay her family's years of support. Actually, it was unnecessary. We are all family, why be so clear about the distinction?
The atmosphere was too serious, so Yan Aidang quickly tried to ease the tension: "Grandma, Grandma, come on, let me show you your room. Would it be nice if you shared a room with Nan Nan?"
Yan Xiaonan, who originally didn't want to stay here, knew she had to stay today, otherwise her uncle and aunt would definitely be unhappy. She helped her grandmother into a room on the first floor, which was indeed carefully decorated. Her aunt had really put her heart into it.
Xue Ying quickly took Cuihua's hand and said, "Sister-in-law, come on, your and Qiangzi's room is on the second floor, I'll take you there. Chen'er, you come too, your room is also on the second floor."
Xue Ying changed her opinion of Chen'er. Ai Dang had said that Chen'er was Nan Nan's good friend. Since she was Nan Nan's good friend, her character must be good. She couldn't let those women fool her. They had been eyeing Ai Dang for many years.
The room was clean, but Yan Xiaoqiang didn't want to stay there. He went out and said to Daqiang, "Brother, I want to see my own house. Can you take me there?"
Yan Daqiang nodded: "Okay, we'll go after we finish eating. The house is all cleaned up, but it's not furnished yet. I don't know what kind of furniture you like, so I'll have a carpenter make some for you."
Speaking of food, Yan Xiaoqiang's stomach started rumbling, and Xue Ying quickly ran downstairs: "I'll go cook, you guys wait a moment."
Cuihua grabbed Ye Chen'er and ran downstairs with her. Chen'er looked at Cuihua gratefully. Nan Nan's mother is so kind, paving the way for her.
With Cuihua and Chen'er working in the kitchen, Xue Ying was a little dumbfounded. Rice could be cooked this way, vegetables could be stir-fried this way, and salt could be added multiple times. She always just grabbed a handful.
What? You have to stir-fry the scallions and ginger first? No wonder I always smell the delicious aroma from other people's houses. So that's how it's made! And why do you skim off the oil from the chicken soup? No wonder other people's chicken soup is so clean, while my own is so oily.
This must be wild roe deer meat, right? Why do we need to marinate it? When can we eat it? Oh, it can be cooked in twenty minutes. The ribs need to be pan-fried first. There's plenty of oil at home, you can use it however you want.
Xue Ying ate so much that her belly bulged out. While eating, she said to Cuihua and Ye Chen'er, "Your cooking is so delicious! No wonder Ai Dang and Lao Yan eat at the canteen when they come back. You can stay here. I won't let you leave."
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